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A visit from St 
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The Atlantic Monthly Prefs 





i:W0f,the night before Christmas, 

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ivtie'ri all through the house 

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Not b -creature was stirring^ 

not even a mouse' 
The stockings were hung 

by the chimney with care, 


In hopes that St. Nicholas 

soon would be there; 
The children were nestled 

all snug in their beds 
While visions of sugar-plums 

danced through their heads y 
And Mamma in her * kerchief , 

and I in my cap, 
ff ad just settled our brains 

for a long winter's nap. 
When out on the lawn 

there arose such a clatter , 
/ sprang from my bed 

to see what was the matter. 


Away to the window 

I flew like a flash y 
Tore open the shutters 

and threw up the sash. 
The moon on the breast 

of the new-fallen snow 

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Gave a lustre of midday 

to objefls below, 
When what to my wondering 

eyes did appear, 
But a miniature sleigh 

and eight tiny rein-deer, 
With a little old driver 

so lively and quick, 
I knew in a moment 

he must be St. Nick. 
More rapid than eagles 

his coursers they came, 
And he whistled, and shouted, 

and. tailed them by name: 

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'^NoWj Dasher/ now. Dancer/ 

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" now\ Prancer and Vixen! 

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i On^omet! on, Cupid! 

on, Donder and Blixen! 
To the top of the porch! 
to the top of the wall! 


Now dash away! dash away! 

dash away, all!" 
As leaves that before 

the wild hurricane fly, 
When they meet with an obstacle, 

mount to the sky, 
So up to the housetop 

the coursers they flew, 
With the sleigh full of toys, 

and St. Nicholas too 
And then, in a twinkling, 

I heard on the roof 
The prancing and pawing 

of each little boo f. ...... t . 

As I drew in my bea,d, , ' ; ; 

and was turning aro'und^ 
Down the chimney & Nicbola? 

came with a bound, 
was dressed all in fur, 
from his head to his foot, 


And his clothes were all tarnished 

with ashes and soot; 
A bundle of toys 

be had flung on his back, 
A nd he looked like a pedler 
just opening his pack. 
//if eyes how they twinkled! 

his dimples, how merry! 
JFfis cheeks were like roses , 

his nose like a cherry ! 
//is droll little mouth 

was drawn up like a bow, 
And the beard on his chin 

was as white as the snow; 
The stump of a pipe 

he held tight in his teeth, 
And the smoke, it encircled 

his head like a wreath; 
fje had a broad face 

and a little round belly 


That shook when he laughed, 

like a bowl full of jelly. 
ffe was chubby and plump, 

a right jolly old elf, 
And I laughed when I saw him 

in spite of myself; 
A wink of his eye 

and a twist of his head 
Soon gave me to know 

I had nothing to dread; 
// spoke not a word, 

but went straight to his work, 
And filled all the stockings; 

then turned with a jerk, 
And laying his finger 

aside of his nose, 
A nd giving a nod, 

up the chimney he rose, 
ffe sprang to his sleigh, 

to his team gave a whistle, 

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And away they all flew 

like the down of a thistle. 

But I beard him exclaim 

ere be drove out of sight 




Ct. Designed by Bruce Rogers and printed by 
William Edwin Rudge, Mount Vernon^ N. T> 

text is that of the original (1837) edition. 

woodcuts are by Florence Wyman Ivins.